out of Context;
‘as the top flows fluidly into the bottom throes of a loaded cosmic barrel without the notice of more than a few individual visions made to fit the mainstreaming as powerful functional meaning into the solid words we say so casually, i see with the eyes of god in the voice of this man within who is me trying to move so carefully amid these entrapping things that sting and burn and enmesh with reality and my perceptions of what is real, and dealing with askew a dichotomy of phobic intent searching as like a wailing banshee to free the demon quirk afflicting our sights as they meld with the rest…’
out of Context;
‘through immortal time awaiting personal approval to seek substance after this death is received with our voice then going quiet as the personal GOD (grand operating directive) which is our own dies with us each unto ourselves and all lives we have touched and touches ours becomes something more than just this, as relic recollecting what was and is to query the enchantment laid thousands of years ago what the concept to build this titanous empire truly meant questioning a queer faith not faultless at all by default as we stall along the precipice of cliff’s edge thought a tight lair opened up by those so entranced to enter the dragon falling as a stone from the sky…’
out of Context;
‘a puzzling display of the thoughts taking shape as time wiles away the moments digested and catalogued as the pages in a book somewhere gathering dust or burned perhaps, and how far this is from a place we usually idealize literature like a literal intellectual architecture assembled from ages past present and future sighted and cited as the supreme sources forming a fundamental beginning to any study or endeavor as possible adventure… a censure of even a handful of these facts or ideas is enough to waylay the journey from happening to those persons that most require it as revitalizing force to be reckoned with moving a chrysalis state forward into breaking through to the other side of life seeing the pain and agony as stepping stones along the open trail…’
out of Context;
‘dealing with barbaric habits and traits as too close to breaking these odd chains connecting us through love without question though not altogether unconditional, a feeble attempt to coerce that oneself idealized truly into kickstarting this dormant understanding somehow to foolishly acquire our lives Here as holy psychic artifact left obtuse for all to use, and the demon semen are left to coagulate on the lips and in the wounds of those handful getting the brunt of the abuse from the careless and brutal whose torturous methods are satisfying only in a momentary eclipse of emotions euphoric for a brief interlude subsumed…’
out of Context;
‘wisdom emergent never finishes… the words as symbiotic magics urged to determine control and for some of us the manipulation of symbols and images in which mortal revelry adds to a chaotic chicanery in the symbolism to be sure whether therein lies the truth hanging like dangling mental jewelry used to perhaps make ourselves and the selfish cells we are looking as classy as the day that we had to be purged from the womb, but before lesson ever learned that we are to be consumed and consumer alike in the upright strife of dichotomy autonomously acting out the nature of aggression and projection even though it all leaves us as vessels Here…’
out of Context;
‘forced into the outside wildernesses… the words never to live up to their expectations as are lying littered along the sides of the information supra highways and byways with all their feeder roads leading to a home absorbed organic sum thing as the boldest love palpable and capable to palpitate the fear out of the heart beating and tearing and hearing the same rhetoric again and again as once deeply seated belief turned into sin, distorted by madness as retorted and reported once a melancholy err wafts over the crowded snare set to trap both those willing and this unwilling dementia that craves not to behave but to fathom the absolute depths of a conscious mess…’
out of Context;
‘higher intellect sorting through the psychic debris littered Here entreating the other side who resist this less docile image to repent and lament while picking up these randomly assorted pieces from the floor?… the archetypal core that one cannot merely read by signs and symbols alone as the symptoms of humanity worsen through the lens of a mechanical system that tries to absorb all constituent parts and details into an amalgam of momentum that teases and diseases these beings lost like parasites on whose ship of culture they appear as rats…’
out of Context;
‘captured on the long chain of tradition coiled around our wrists and our waists and ankles with some held close by their chins or necks choked and floating about in this odd limbo, and it is how low we can go to take the carpet out from underneath those ones who are in need of rugged constitutions the most even amid the rigged games of a secular circus fair enough to breed insanity from the simple sensitive population intrigued by cash into service for their own survival through the wildernesses so palpable Here… polluting in a future imperfected by the animal foibles of human ingenuity while being ingenuously spaced out by confrontation with this final of frontiers…’
out of Context;
‘if this is sanity that we are tripping on then where is it that we are going to that has us so alarmed at this point in the journey?… the space before space was explored being what it is today always changing to the static dismay of the others recoiled in horror at what excrement is being thrown off your tongue these days in ways that abandon a solid self-regard thought useful in awareness of the harsh conditions Here like shield, excited and fascinated by the state of decay enveloping everything to the point of an absurdity to a degree of extreme we cannot take seriously fully anymore no matter the tones used can convey a different sense of message altogether…’
out of Context;
‘like that elusive in happiness that has been used as those swinging karats of value and worth hung so dapper like faulty chandeliers of the poor and deluded whose use has been commodified by these dollar whores on the loose, the truth is much more difficult to swallow when it is true because of curiosity filling in those mysterious gaps gaping in the pattern of every story allowing no few sadistic false cure-alls to proliferate the system with bottled infections or their confectionary weapons sinister and decadent to prevent the followers from following too closely to those they’ve chosen as leaders…’